RIC S. BASTASA

The Defeat Of Words.... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

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i am lost in the forest of wordsi always have more to say, more is there in the thinkingthat chokes whatever word i like to say, and i end upfoolish, before an audience that waits for my mouth to shape an embroideredidea, a dressed woman ready forthe ball, a young woman undressingbefore she bathes in theriver

of time

a word, and then i look at all of themthose who wants to be awedmouths open, agapehands

and i ask myselfwhat is there to be said?

there is so much to be thought aboutand there is nomoment wasted in trying to capturewhat beauty is therewhich must stay as beautiful as itis never said., ,

it is more properuntouched by the fingers of words

just like life, at first i feel that it must be writtensort of

this was it, this was how it felt, what we sawwhat be believe in

ah, on an afternoon, finding those drift woods washed ashorechildren pulling their arms

you realize how emphatic things arerather than calculate, and emoteand do logic, a circus of numbers, tightrope equations,

there is more that the stars are sayingthere is more to the wide open skiesin all theirsilence for they have long spokenbefore iwas born